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The jet had taken off almost 40 minutes ago, the slight hum of the engine just background noise. It had been a smooth ride, but Donald couldn't seem to focus. He closed news report after news report of him vs Kamala, who will be the next president?
He opened a photo of Jeffrey, sure the Files were incriminating to say the least, but who could say no to those beautiful blue orbs. He let out a sigh and gazed out the window. If only Jeffrey were here.
Donald was jolted from his daydreaming as a secret service agent cleared his throat,
“Are you alright sir?” He asked. Donald sat up a bit,
“Yeah.. yeah I'm alright.” He mumbled, turning back to the window.
After almost an hour of staring out the window Donald realized the jet was preparing to land. Donald begrudgingly buckled his seatbelt as they decended.
Soon they arrived at the airport. The secret service agents immediately formed a circle around him as reporters flocked. Asking millions of questions about his upcoming campaign. Donald could hear shouting in the background,
“Trump 2024!”
“Fuck you, you pig!”
It was chaotic and tiring to reach his limo waiting outside. If only Jeffrey were here to protect him like the irresistible man he is.
Donald slid into his seat as the driver drove away, off to the safe hotel he would be staying at.
“Are you alright sir?” The driver asked. Donald wondered why everyone was asking that today, his secret service agents, the driver, the hot lady who he saw at the coffee shop.
“Sir?”
“Oh- yeah.”
The driver hits a button to play music, it started playing Good Lookin’, at that specific part everyone knows,
“Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry sir.” He frantically turns the music down and changes the song, but Donald is hung up on it, and can't help imagining him and Jeffrey in that situation. His cheeks(both sets) turned a shade of red as he tried to change his thoughts.
As soon as they pull out of the airport they immediately hit an onslaught of traffic.
Almost every car is honking. Donald has no idea what could have caused such a standstill, but nonetheless he was bored, excruciatingly bored….. And hungry, now that he thought about it.
“Erm, driver. Stop for some food on our… way to the hotel will ya.”
“Of course sir. Where would you like to go?”
“Mcdonalds.”
The driver gives him a confused look but changes course to Mcdonalds nonetheless.
They pull up to the drive through.
“Four kids meals.” Donald said, nodding seriously.
The driver cleared his throat,
“Can I get four kids meals…. Yes, I have a lot of kids.” The driver pulled up to the window, paying silently and pulling ahead.
Donald crossed his arms and pouted as he waited, he was hungry, and he wanted to eat NOW.
It took a few minutes before the drive through workers handed the four kids meals to the driver. The driver gave a slightly grimaced nod before handing the kids meals into the back.
“Enjoy sir.” The driver started driving away. The roads were so full of traffic, angry drivers yelling and cars honking. It was worse than at the airport.
All of the commotion was giving Donald a headache, he couldn't eat his food like this. Donald figured he would just eat it in his hotel room, it would be less chaotic there anyway.
Donald tried to tune out what was going on around him and listen to the music the driver was playing. Donald thought the driver's taste in music was a bit peculiar. He went from listening to that song to listening to Radiohead. Eventually the speakers started playing Patsy Cline and Frank Sinatra.
Donald listened to the lyrics with more intent now.
“So darlin' please come home dear, I'm hungry for love!”
The longer Donald listened to the lyrics, the more he started to think about Jeffrey. God, Donald missed Jeffrey more than he thought.
Donald felt his eyelids growing heavy and decided to take a nap. Before Donald could process what was going on, he was awakened by Secret Service agents and rushed into the hotel.
Donald watched as news reporters all came up to ask him about running for president. Once again, he heard people in the hotel shouting nasty things, but he didn't care to listen to them. He was hungry and wanted to go to sleep.
Soon, Secret Service agents got to the room and opened the door for Donald. As Donald walked in the room, he was shocked to see 3 other people in there. It wasn't just anybody in there either, it was Jeffrey, Bill, and Vladimir.
“What in the hell is happening here?” Donald asked.
“Donald!? This can't be a coincidence anymore.” Bill replied.
“Okay why the hell are you 3 in MY hotel room!?” Vladimir exclaimed.
“I don't know, maybe the hotel made a mistake.” Jeffrey said.
“I’m sure we could just ask the hotel for different rooms.” Bill suggested. Donald sent a secret service agent downstairs to go ask.
They all stood in awkward silence. Donald holding his Happy meals. Vladimir shifted from foot to foot.
“Well… this is awkward.” Bill said, looking up at the ceiling, his cheeks turning a soft shade of red.
“It’s nice to see you again Donny.” Jeffrey said with a smirk, looking him up and down.
“Oh, get a room.” Vladimir waved them off.
“We’re in the room, quite frankly.”
The secret service agent came back up,
“There’s no free rooms.” He said, bowing his head slightly.
Donald cast a glance at the room, the one california king bed sitting now ominously with the weight of what is to come.
“Well don’t stand there like a load of lazy bums.” Vladimir started to walk into the room, waving them along with him.
Jeffrey slowly started walking into the hotel room and Donald and Bill hesitantly followed behind.
“I suppose we should all have some sort of an ice breaker if we're gonna be sleeping in the same bed tonight.” Bill said.
“I already know Donny here quite well.” Epstein put his hand on Donald's arm, slowly dragging down to his hand.
“Well not everyone knows Donald that well!” Putin exclaimed, now setting his things on the ground next to the bed. “I actually want to get to know everyone here better!”
“I'm really excited to get to know you Vladimir,” Jeffrey started, “you seem very interesting…” Jeffrey finished and then patted Vladimir's head.
“Get your hands off of me! Hmph!” Vladimir exclaimed.
Donald and Bill just watched the interaction from across the room, looking back and forth between the two.
Donald glared at Epstein. He was pissed off that Jeffrey wasn't paying attention to him. He wanted Jeffrey to pay attention to HIM and only him.
“Donald, I'll pay attention to you if Jeffrey won't.” Bill said with a seductive grin on his face.
Donald thought about it, if Jeffrey was going to pay attention to Vladimir instead of him, then he would pay attention to Bill instead of Jeffrey.
Donald slyly looked at Bill, smirking.
“Sure Bill, why not.”
Bill wrapped his arm around Donald and Jeffrey eyed them, jealousy obvious in his gaze. As much as it hurt Donald to see Jeffrey look at him that way, it would be worth it in the end.
Donald wanted Jeffrey to pay attention to him, and if the only way to do so was to make him jealous, so be it.